2/16/2016 0 Comments Chapter 2- The Lunatic Fringe"Who is Jon Moxley?" I asked.
"I'm a man who demands respect and attention. I'm a man who refuses to back down from anyone. I'm dangerous. I'm deadly. I'm cunning. I am a God!" Dean said. "A God? Would you like to explain further?" I said. "Why should I explain myself? Doc, there isn't any explanation. You see, Doc, I am who I am because I just don't care. Do you think I care that I'm in this room with you? I bet you're wondering what's truly on my mind now." Dean said. "I am curious." I said. "My mind is dangerous place to be. You sure you want to know?" Dean asked. "I have dealt with many people like you every day, Mr. Moxley. You are no different. For someone who claims to be a god, you don't seem god-like to me." I said. Suddenly Dean came closer to me. I could feel his breath on my face and see his steely blue eyes burning into mines. His expression changed into a very dangerous one. "Doc, you have no idea who the fuck I am. I could rip your heart out and have it for lunch. You want to know what's on my mind? Torture. I want to see how much I can torture you. How much torture you can take. I want to see the light leave your eyes. I want to break you mentally and physically, and I will. Before the night is over, you will question everything you know. You are mine, Doc." Dean said. "Dr. Foster, I need to see you." Charles said. "Fly away, Doc. You will be back. Because you can't help yourself when it comes to me." Dean said. I walked out of the room with Charles. I closed the door and took a deep breath. Dean or Jon had affected me in a way that no patient had. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. "He is a dangerous individual, Michelle. In the WWE, he's known as 'The Lunatic Fringe', which could explain his mental stability. He's lucid, but he has these violent outbursts. I mean, this is not a safe environment to do this evaluation, Michelle." Charles said. "I can see what you're saying, but he wasn't Jon Moxley when I walked in the room. He was Dean Ambrose, but Dean was only with us briefly. I have to find a way to bring out Dean. I need to communicate with him." I said. "Don't tell me you're gonna go back in there. It's suicide, Michelle." Charles said. "No, it's not. I think I know just how to bring Dean out." I said. "How?" Charles said "Get me Roman Reigns." I said. "Why Roman Reigns?" Charles said. "Because he's the only friend he has in the world." I said. After an hour, Roman walked into my office. I almost fell out of my chair. He was amazingly handsome with long black hair and steel grey eyes. He looked like a woman's dream, and I was captivated. "Mr. Reigns, I assume?" I asked. "Yeah. Dr. Foster, it's a pleasure meeting you." He said as he shook my hand and sat down. "So how are you?" I asked. "I'm a little sore, but I will be fine. I don't know what happened. It was sudden. Dean's never snapped like that before, but it was scary." Roman said. "Tell me what you know about Jon Moxley." I said. "Not much. It was his ring name before he signed with the WWE. They changed his name to Dean Ambrose when he arrived. From what I understand, Jon Moxley wasn't a real nice guy. He had a penchant for violence. Yet, when he became Dean Ambrose, he was nothing like I heard. He's a hard worker. He's great with the fans. Ladies love him. He's an amazing friend. That's Dean Ambrose. Jon Moxley? He's a sadistic human being." Roman said. "Yeah, I figured that out." I said. "Tell me something, Dr. Foster. Is Dean gonna be okay?" Roman asked. "I don't know. Dean suffers from schizophrenia. He also has multiple personality disorder. Jon Moxley is his other personality. I need to find a way to turn off that switch, and I don't know how." I said. "Mention my daughter, Joelle. Dean absolutely loves her. That should help." Roman said. "Thank you. I appreciate it." I said. "If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to call me. I'll be in Cincinnati for a few days until Dean gets out." Roman said as he got up. "I will do that. Thank you, Mr. Reigns." I said, shaking his hand. "Please, call me Joe. Roman Reigns is my ring name. My real name is Joseph Anoa'i." Joe said. "Okay, Joe." I said. "Thanks, Michelle." He said as walked out of my office. Charles stood as I began my way towards the door. I was nervous, but it had to be done. I needed to find out what caused Dean's breakdown. I looked at Charles and took a deep breath. I was going back into the lion's den. "Doc, you came back. I was starting to miss you. I thought I would have to torture people to get your attention." Dean said. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Dean." I said as I sat down. "I told you that's not my name!" Dean said. "That'a not what Joelle told me. She said she misses her Uncle Dean." I said. Suddenly Dean's demeanor changed. I was getting somewhere. A smile came to his face. Joe was right. "You talked to Joelle?" Dean asked. "Yes, I did. She misses you." I said. "I try to see her as much as I can. Her father and I travel so much. It's hard to get to Florida sometimes. I hope she knows I didn't mean to hurt her dad. He's my brother." Dean said. "I think she knows. I need to know why you did." I said. "His voice has been in my head since I came to the WWE. I repressed him. Pushed him down. I knew that to be a better man, I had to do this. I couldn't be Jon anymore. Then, he came roaring back. I found myself losing control sometimes. It was becoming hard. Then the other day, I felt Jon coming through. I couldn't stop him. I tried. Then suddenly, I attacked Joe. Dr. Foster, you gotta help me. I can't control Jon. If he takes over, no one can stop him. Not even you." Dean said. "I'm going to everything I can, Dean. I promise. What I need you to do is hold on." I said. I motioned for Charles to come in with the orderlies to take Dean back to his room. I had to work on a treatment plan for him. As Charles and the orderlies came in, I saw Dean's face change. Jon was back. In one swift motion, Jon grabbed the pen from my hand and stabbed the first orderly in his neck. His name was Eric. Then took the pen and stabbed the second orderly in the heart. Charles froze and so did I. I didn't know what to do. Charles went to grab for me, but Jon stabbed him in his hand. I got up to start running, but Jon grabbed me. I can still feel his breath on my neck. "I told you, Doc. I'm a fucking dangerous man, and tonight, you will get to see how dangerous and sadistic I can be. Now, walk!" Dean said. I walked out of the room praying to God that I would survive the night in the asylum with Jon Moxley.
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2/11/2016 0 Comments Chapter 1 - The Arrival"I understand this is very difficult for you. You've been through a terrible ordeal, but I need you to start from the beginning. Can you please tell us how you encountered Dean Ambrose? What was your relationship with him? Do you know why he was so obsessed with you?" The detective asked.
I sat there and closed my eyes. I was so tired. My brain just couldn't wrap around what I had just been through. I should have known what to expect from him. He was violent and criminally insane, and I felt I could help him. I was so wrong, and usually, I am never wrong. It was a usual day for me at Cinnicinati Asylum Psychiatric Hospital. As the staff psychiatrist, I am expected to evaluate, diagnose, and treat patients here, but I am also a voice for them as well. I make sure that each patient gets what they need, which is proper treatment and care. Thankfully, I had a great staff who worked hard for every patient. I remember the day of his arrival. He had a psychotic break. He seemed disconnected from reality. His speech was incoherent. He was unresponsive. There was a sadistic look on his face, but I had to get through to him. I had to try. "So what are we dealing with, Charles?" I asked. "His name is Dean Ambrose. He's a professional wrestler with World Wrestling Entertainment. Apparently he's from Cincinnati." Charles said. "I have heard of him. Hometown boy done good. So what brings him here?" I asked. "He was at an event with a Roman Reigns. Apparently, he had some psychotic break, and he almost killed Mr. Reigns. So he was brought here. The judge ordered an evaluation." Charles said. "Well, I guess I should get started." I said walking towards the door of the evaluation room. Dean made me nervous. He was singing some incoherent song and pacing. I sat down in the chair and began the tedious process of getting into his very dangerous mind. "Mr. Ambrose, my name is Dr. Michelle Foster. I'm the chief psychiatrist here. Do you know where you are?" I said. "Why are you in my head? I didn't want to hurt him. Yet, I did. Why are you talking to me? Leave me alone!" Dean said with his back turn towards me. Schizophrenia. Dean was showing signs. I needed to get through to him. "They say that I'm a lunatic. That I need help. They say I'm crazy. They say I'm insane. Yet, I feel just fine!" Dean said. "Mr. Ambrose, do you know where you are?" I asked again. "Do I know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am? Because apparently you don't have a fucking clue." Dean said. "I am asking you these questions so I can properly evaluate you." I said. "Evaluate me?" Dean asked before he sat down in the chair across from me. "Yes, this is a psych evaluation." I said. "Let me ask you something, Doc. Do I look crazy to you?" Dean said. "I don't know. I mean, you attacked someone that apparently was your best friend. He almsot died. That's attempted murder. Yet, the judge thinks you have some psychiatric issues that need to be addressed, and luckily for you, Mr. Reigns refuses to press charges. So do I think you're crazy? Only time will tell, Mr. Ambrose." I said. "Well Doc, I am a lunatic. I'm a sadistic guy. I am a sick man, and if I was you, I would be very careful not to upset me. Because I could walk over, snap your neck, and slowly walk out of here. Yet, I won't do that. Why? Because as I sit here, I see you. For a psychiatrist, you're beautiful. You're hot, and I like it. So maybe I'll be a good boy and sit here, answer your questions, and not go crazy." Dean said. I looked at Dean. Something inside of me wanted to walk out of this room, but I needed to do this. "So Doc, what's your first real question?" Dean asked. "What was your childhood like" I asked. "No, no, no. We won't talk about that. You have a real question, and I know what it is." Dean said. "OK, and exactly what is my question?" I asked. "Are you any good with that tongue?" Dean said. "Mr. Ambrose, you are way off base. I'm here to ask you what makes you tick." I said. "Violence. Blood. You tied up while I have my way with you. See, I told you I'm a pretty sick guy. Yet, you don't see it, and you keep calling me by a name I don't know." Dean said. "Your name is Dean Ambrose." I said. "No, my name is Jon Moxley." Dean said. This evaluation had just got interesting. 1/7/2016 0 Comments IntroductionDr. Michelle Foster is a psychiatrist working at the Cinncinati Asylum. She's wonderful at her job, and every one of her patients and staff respects her. What she's not ready for is Dean Ambrose, the newest patient with a penchant for violence in the most sadistic way. Dean's been sent to the asylum after having a mental breakdown and nearly killing his best friend.
Dr. Foster's job is simple: diagnose and treat Dean Ambrose. Dean Ambrose has one goal: Turn the asylum into his personal playground and make Dr. Foster totally mad. Will Michelle survive or will she become a prisoner in Dean's private hell? Author's Note: I have to thank AmbroseDreamer on Twitter for this amazing idea. I couldn't let it go, and decided to write a very short story on this. I hope you enjoy. Thanks, Dreamer! |
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